to time
you are
a two
timer,
man,
jiggle
the keys
to the sky
not to
heaven
toward
the ever
ready battery
earth.
Charge
him with
hibiscus
the wayfarer’s
treat,
the meat of
the sailor’s
hunch
there is no
free
key
in which
to blow
lunch —
it is forbidden
as you should
know by now
to look back
at the
beginning,
the moment before
time starts
that alliance
does not walk
the streets
we straddle
the yellow
of the line
divides
the traffic
from midnight
to midnight.
the time
of
the beginning
is in the
middle
of thinking
you stand
in the band
don‘t hear the
difference
in the middle
it comes from
all sides,
it slides down,
sown yolk
on your face.
[November 2006]